“I suppose so,” Snapshot said as he searched through one of his saddlebags. “Don’t worry about the bill; this place was my suggestion, after all.” After a another moment of feeling around in the slim bag, he produced what he assumed to be the price of their lunch. Whether or not his guess was correct, the smiling pony that had been their waiter didn’t seem to care, as Snapshot paid on their way out.

	“Alright, so…” Snapshot looked left and right as he flapped his folded wings. “Last I heard from him, he said he worked somewhere by the docks. Something to do with a warehouse.” He looked back to Spring. “You know where that is? I, sort of…forgot.”